When I was in the fifth grade, there were a group of students who transferred from other schools, and I heard that because their village school could not go to the fifth grade, they had to come to the town.

On the first day of school, there was a student who was extremely active in the class, walking around the class and talking loudly and chatting with everyone. He is considered tall in the class, dressed fashionably, with a partial head, a pair of murderous eyes, and walks with the wind. Sitting there quietly, I caught his attention, and the male classmates at that time generally had inch hair, and I had the longest hair, which was usually not long enough to cover my ears and not cut them, and my face was quite white.

"Are you a man or a woman?"

"I'm your mother......"

Immediately everyone burst into laughter, and the classmate also felt very embarrassed, rolled his eyes at me angrily, and returned to his seat.

"You even dare to mess with him, wait for him to get out of class and don't beat you to death......"

The new classmates next to me reminded me that they were from the same village and had been bullied by him when they were in school, and they all had to bow their heads in front of him.

At that time, there were few students, and the male students in my class all lived in the same dormitory. When I arrived at the dormitory the next night, he bumped me on the shoulder and warned me.

"Tell you, don't be so awesome in the future, it's not for the new school start, I would have beaten you a long time ago......"

I didn't give him a good look either, indicating that I wasn't afraid of him.

The roommate next to him hurriedly ran over to persuade him to fight, which prevented a brawl that had already been decided. It's obvious that I don't know my own pounds, I have no experience in fighting in terms of experience, and I'm even worse than him in terms of strength, neither the size nor the strength is as big as others.

In the later study and life relationship, we also got to know each other. His name is Lin, he is a single parent, he lives with his mother, maybe his mother has a stronger earning ability or maybe his mother wants to give him more love. In terms of food and clothing, he is better than most of our classmates. He also learned that I was a "difficult student" in the class, I studied hard, Chinese was my strength, and I always ranked second or third in the class exam.

And the first place is always won by "Bo", who is small, with single eyelids, and a thin body, looking like a monkey. We had a good relationship for a while and were brothers who slept in the same bunk. The first time I tasted peanut oil was when he brought it to school from home and gave it to us. Later, because of different interests and hobbies, we "broke up".

After Ms. Li registered us, she didn't continue to be our homeroom teacher, and our homeroom teacher was replaced by a male teacher. He is about fifty years old, with a Mediterranean hairstyle, a full and round face, a brown and dark complexion, some beer belly, and glasses that look like "Chairman Mao", so we call him "Lao Mao" in private.

After teaching us for a few days, "Lao Mao" told us in the second class on a sunny morning that Teacher Li Li was going to be transferred to the county to teach, and she would move out today, so that the students who were originally taught by her would go down to the playground to see her off.

We went down to line up and saw a white pickup truck parked on the playground with a bucket full of her stuff in the back. You can see cotton wool, bags of clothes, and a bed on top, which is finally pulled horizontally and vertically with a rope to fix it to the truck.

When she was done, she stopped to say goodbye to us.

"In the future, I must study hard and listen to the words of the class teacher......"

Some students have already cried in the team, including some male students, who have been led by Teacher Li Li since the first grade, and their feelings are relatively deep, so they are naturally a little reluctant. Unlike me, I spent a year with her, although I was always lectured by her when I didn't study well, and she called me to the office to slap me or something. I can't hate her, and I don't have love. So when she left, there was hardly a trace of turmoil in my heart, and I couldn't understand why they were crying and why they were so reluctant.

After saying goodbye, Teacher Li Li got into the car, the car drove down the slope, we watched the car leave, and then "Lao Mao" asked us to go to class. Some of the students still couldn't calm down for a long time and kept sobbing over there.

Since then, "Lao Mao" has become our homeroom teacher and our math teacher. My math score is considered to be at the middle level of the class, and I usually score 80 or 90 points.

I remember one quiz in which I got a 92 for the section on true and false scores. The teacher told me to go up and let me watch him correct, and if I made a mistake, I would be criticized.

"Is this so simple or wrong? I can't compare the size anymore? …… I don't blame you for doing some difficult things wrong, it's so simple that you ......are wrong."

"Misread ......"

"Did you read it wrong? So careless, so careless...... Before starting the exam, I also reminded you to do a good check, check well, check well, you just don't listen, don't listen......"

Subsequently, I was slapped twice by him and my face turned red.

"Go back!"

I returned to my seat with a red and aching face.

"It's too much to get ninety-two points and be beaten by Lao Mao, isn't it......" my table mate said he didn't understand.

Actually, I don't understand it a bit, judging from the score, this score is within my ability, and I shouldn't be criticized. But in the teacher's opinion, some simple questions, because you didn't do them carefully, and you didn't check them out in the end, and then you did it wrong, it is a big problem, and he will feel very angry.

The Chinese class is still "Mr. Bean", he will ask us to go to the blackboard to dictate new words in class, and when I am asked to go up, he will always evaluate the words I write.

"Xiao Qi writes this long-handled character, and the strokes with apostrophe and vertical strokes will write them very long, which is a bit ......"

I learned my words from my sister, and I often read my sister's old books at home, and when I saw the words on them, I thought they were well written, so I deliberately imitated them, and then I wrote them like hers.

He also commented on each exam. Little Pig's essay is still the best in the class, but he didn't do well in the basic questions, and he couldn't get a high score for the words in the front and fill in the blanks.

"If the little pig can work the words and poems, and memorize the texts he usually learns, the score can go up a notch......"

The Chinese teacher will reward himself before the test papers are issued for each exam. He will set some homework books as prizes, write a big "award" on the cover with a red pen, and the top three students in the class can come to the stage to receive the homework book, so as to motivate us. And the one I can always get on stage to accept the award, and the other one is "Wave".

We are always distracted during serious lessons, and the teacher will make some digressions to attract our attention.

The Chinese teacher talked about his experience of working in Shenzhen, and said that during that time, many teachers in the school did not take classes seriously and went to work outside, and he was one of them. On the way to Shenzhen by car, there are often robbers on the bus, and he hides the money in his socks and in the insole, so that he can keep the money from being robbed......

After explaining a question about the ratio of men and women, the math teacher said that many of the male students in our class must not be able to marry a daughter-in-law when they become adults. After class, a male student in the class and I came together and we discussed what the teacher had to say.

"The teacher is talking about people like me, I will definitely not be able to get a wife in the future......"

"Where did you say it, it's me. Look at my ears here, there's a fleshy stalk...... You can marry, your grades are so good now, you will be successful in the future......"

"No, look at me, my eyes are red inside, I have always been like this, and I will be like this in the future......"

I heard from other classmates that he had pink eye, which was contagious to people, so some of his classmates were reluctant to play with him. But there are also classmates who don't care, just like me. We used to play military chess together between classes, and he taught me the rules of the game.

"The military flag is the largest, and the sappers can dig up military chess and dig mines. And then the sappers were again the smallest. Commander, the following is the division, brigade, battalion, battalion, company, and platoon......"

We call him "Bright". We met him again, during a medical examination during the conscription, and his eyes were still red by then. That day, after all the medical check-ups were completed at the hospital, it started to rain in the sky. It was also getting a little dark at that time, so I proposed to take a tricycle back. Since I had already started working outside at that time, and they were still in school, I rushed to pay the fare, five dollars.

Later, I heard that "Liang" jumped into the river and passed away because he was nervous about studying in the key class of high school, and his family also gave him a little pressure. He probably didn't take it anymore and committed suicide without thinking about it.

Then I remembered something from my elementary school days. During a recess, Ryo and other classmates were playing in the playground. Suddenly, two parents came to the school, grabbed "Liang" and began to beat him, crying while beating back, heartbreaking, the whole school heard it, and finally the teachers pulled them away. However, "Ryo" was called to the office and asked for a long time. When he returned to the classroom, he saw that he couldn't cry silently, maybe it was a grievance, maybe it was regret, maybe it was a little regret......

According to the students who knew about it, "Liang" went to the port to play with a few friends, and everyone else went down to take a bath, and "Liang" played on the shore because he couldn't swim and didn't go into the water. As he played, he noticed that something was wrong, the people looked like they were drowning. He tried to find sticks and reach for them, trying to pull them up, but he couldn't. Then he could only shout "help" and run to someone's house to call for the adults, and by the time the adults got the people up, the boys could not be saved......

And among those boys, there is a cousin of our class president. The class leader is a girl, and her name is "Shiba".

Shiba, from the first grade to the fourth grade, has always been the class president, and the fifth grade is also the same. She always combed her hair all together and tied it up to look neat. She loves to sing, and she is the hardest working in the chorus in music class, and her voice is especially prominent in the chorus. She is also the flag-raiser for her class, and every Monday, she and "Xu" appear on the flag-raising stand.

When I was in fourth grade, Piggy and I were good playmates. I, Xiaoguang, and Xiaozhu always walk together at school. We ate together, went to the toilet together, and "herded sheep" together in school in PE class...... Somehow, when he started reading extracurricular books and became obsessed, we drifted apart. Then he began to put on glasses, began to ridicule Xiaoguang for his imaginative but "poorly written" composition, and began to bully his brother by relying on his size advantage.

One Friday afternoon when we were about to go home from the holidays, Xiaoguang and I witnessed the whole process of him bullying his brother in the dormitory. With his absolute strength, Brother Dumb was crushed under the piggy and couldn't move. Then Piggy covered the dumb brother with a pillow, ready to let him have a good memory. Seeing this, Xiaoguang and I hurriedly stepped forward to stop it and pulled the little pig aside.

When he removed the pillow from his face, his face was red and his eyes were already watering.

After that, Brother Du sued the little pig, and the teacher on duty asked them to stand and stand in the sun for dozens of minutes. Brother Du was puzzled, obviously he was bullied, why did he still be punished.

In the days that followed, one of the walls of my kitchen collapsed and was still in use, and he began to laugh at me about it.

"Your natural kitchen is very good, and you can enjoy the view while cooking......

"100,000 yuan should be an astronomical amount for your family, but my father can casually make the whole 1.8 million ......"

On a rainy afternoon when we came home from vacation, Xiaoguang and Xiaozhu and I walked home together. On the way, he kept provoking me, occasionally fiddling with my umbrella with his hand and throwing muddy water from his rain boots on me. He knew that I couldn't do anything about him, and I could only stay away from him from now on.

I don't understand, how did he become so superior at that time? At that time, he was still guilty of rhinitis, and the yellow snot always ran down his nostrils, and the runny nose was always smacked by him, and then returned to his nose. Over time, both sides of the human being will also be left with a dry snot shell. Neither of us ever disliked him, but now he feels like he's superior to me.

The difference between man and man is sometimes greater than that of a pig......